Frantically fingering herself, Linda was writhing around on the bed with vivid visions of a stiff young dick pumping into her daughter's twat when her activities were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Thinking that Ted Murray had dropped his wife downtown and was returning for his Monday morning fuck, Linda hopped out of bed and slipped quickly into a short housecoat. She didn't bother to close the front of it as she wanted Ted to get a good look at her thick, silky-black bush when she first opened the door.

She was startled to see Terry McGuire, their eighteen-year-old paper boy, standing there staring bug-eyed at her blatantly exposed punt.

"What do you want?" she snapped in an irritated voice as she pulled the front of her gown together.

"I'm collecting for the paper," he stammered, his blushing cheeks even brighter than his red hair and freckles.

"Come on in," she sighed disgustedly. "Let me see if I have any money in the house."

The boy stepped inside and nervously closed the door behind him as the woman left the room in search of her handbag. Rummaging around in it for money, Linda began smiling to herself, thinking of the wild expression on the teen's face as he stared at her cunt.

"The horny bastard," she giggled under her breath as she searched through the bag.

Returning to the living worn with the money, Linda wondered if Terry McGuire was standing there with a hard-on. Linda could see no indication of it when she glanced down at his fly, but thinking about the teen's prick had strangely excited her. The boy's face was still a bright red as Linda stood in front of him, slowly counting the money with the front of her gown once more fully open. She was very much aware that the boy's eyes were riveted on her soft furry mound.